The class of.....A Poem by andrew mitchell
The class of .....
Where once I stood.... smiling, proud, shadows lie. The class of 1970, grade 5. In the course of life moments gathered became multi stacked. Just select... Today, overcrowded I find, new moments replace long term memories. Where faces with names of yesteryear become fuzzy, blurred, forgotten............. time. All I see is......tall weeds growing, memories crumbling...... erased, gone. My childhood rides on hollow echoes, along empty paths, kids laughter played. Memories rest on blank walls where shadows lie and a photo of faces, lost.
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3 Reviews Added on March 29, 2016 Last Updated on March 29, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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